No, really. Who made the rule about celebrating every stinking holiday with food? Because whoever that was obviously didn’t have the issues with self-control that I apparently have, and I hate them for that alone. I double-hate them for making up the dang rule in the first place. You bad rule-maker but good self-controller, you! :fistshake:

Well. Now that I’ve gotten that out of my system, I guess I’m going to ramble about my little sister. (And I do mean “ramble.” Consider that fair warning.)

First, I love my little sister. If you haven’t had the pleasure of “meeting” her, head over to her MySpace page or her LiveJournal. She’s a hoot. (I take great pride in making her that way, although it was mostly that she had to learn to be funny to cope with my mom and me. But ignore that part and enjoy her funniness, okay?)

You’re probably thinking I have some particular reason for saying this, and I don’t really, other than I got to spend some (much-needed and even-more-appreciated) time with her today, and I realize how much I miss having her around. I really wish she’d have picked to stay with us in Charlotte, but I know why she didn’t, and I’m okay with it.

I also got to meet her friend, Jen, for the first time (IRL anyway), and I dig Jen muchly. Jen is the person from whom we got our dog, Liberty, and I love that dog almost as much as if I’d given birth to her. Right now, you’re thinking, “How’d you get a dog from her without meeting her?” Simple — she was out of town when we went to get Lib, so we picked Lib up from Jen’s husband, Daniel (who I always think of as “Tony” — no clue why, but I do that with people a *lot). Digress, digress, digress. Jeezumpete, Steph.

Anyway, I have to tell you, there is nothing better than having a sibling you really like. I mean, aside from the fact that she’s my sister, and I’m sort of obligated to love her, I really and genuinely like my little sister. She’s fun to hang out with, and better yet, she remembers every funny thing I say or have ever said and repeats this stuff to other people. That’s a surefire way to win my affection forever, just so you know.

It’s different from having a BFF in that I never have to explain statements like, “Mom wants me to hop in the car and drive seven hours, even though I just had surgery a week ago.” She knows why I’ll bitch and moan and be pissy about it but do it anyway. You just don’t get that with people who didn’t grow up in the same house with you.

So, yeah. I love Sarah, but I better stop with the schmoop already before she gets a big head and forgets she’s a dork. Hee.